Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece
It was kind of hard trying to continue the story with only four crewmates left but lots of ideas came to me when your collaborating with CuddlyChristina. Hope you enjoy this first chapter, it was easiest to write when I had a whole trip to write it.
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Indoors, a haven for children and and arduous labyrinth for adults. In an ever explorable world full of tyranny, wealth, families and genocide all buildings have to be architect on an island; indoors. What no one asks is what goes on indoors.
A derelict building completely black marbled with a downward angle right side of the roof, dozens of windows illuminating eerie yellow light, and a Keep Out sign with the first top painted brown and the word Out painted red. Weird to have a two letter sign painted in different colors, but that's what happens when an artist picks how he finishes something. This artist's name-unrecognizable except by his god awful work-Rony Deber.
Rony just turned thirty, had gelled short cut blond hair with a tuft of orange, pseudosilk suit he practically had to steal from three people to pay for, loafers regularly shined by a boy wishing he had Rony's life, and to complete his luxury look were his brown eyes. Brown like fur, brown like withered grass, and brown like his prisoner.
Rony walked into a Marine headquarters to pick up his package. Upfront was a young, long blond, pink iris, beautiful Marine receptionist. Her uniform had holes in the shoulders showing her youthful skin with a dab of metallic ink, a brown belt with a black X near the buckle, and a photoframe on her desk with the words Don't Let A Strange Dog Lick You with a brown dog on the bottom sticking out its tongue with a colorful yet scary image of germs.
Rony knocked on her desk. "Do you know if a Rony Deber received a package?"
She got up and ringed a bell from an open rectangular hole in the wall.
"Wowie, Rony Deber is is in my desk?" Rony said asininely to get the receptionist to look at him. "Maybe I'll ask him where he got his inspiration for-"
"I like listening to your music the same as I like hearing when my father tries kissing my mother on a carriage." She replied still facing the bell.
Rony made a kissing sound with a devious grin.
"He was always annoying and made people feel uncomfortable. Annoying and uncomfortable: two words that sum up your music."
Four one star Marines one year stationed on the quiet island, Mock Town, walked out the door with a reinforced steel cage. It was the same kind of steel used to make muzzles for Sea King's. Rony, being the man lazy in everything except his art, looked at the grouchy receptionist and said with a smile he thought was gorgeous but every girl wanted to punch him for it:
"Want to help take the box to my work place, sweetcake?"
"Ugh." She replied still remembering her boss explaining this idiots plan was important.
She closed her eyes, started the link. Beads of dark yellow stones circled her head where her hair started to shrink. Visibly hard to see only was seen by Rony and the Marine's pulling the box was the small dab of silver moved from her elbow up her neck and swirled in a long loop around her now hairless head. Two sharp leechlike appendages started growing out her backhead. Her eyes oscillated until they reflected the cage. With her newfound appearance fully finished she roared.
As the once youthful looking receptionist roared, the box started moving. All thoughts of boinking the young attractive receptionist was officially erased from Rony's mind, however, he turned on his voice recording Den Den Mushi to capture the roar. It was a little late of an introduction-Rony's appearance and personality shown-only his passion was in music not picture's of art, and no music was more feasible to record than animal sounds.
With just a roar from the mighty mutantlike lady, she moved the container to Rony's derelict house. The smug artist walked to the front door. With his most nauseating smug voice he said:
"Good girl. Now do you want to help me get it inside?"
She made a gnarling sound, scratched the air in front of her, but not touching Rony, then her eyes oscillated once more but the effects from before reversed. She was soon back to her normal blond and grouchy self.
"I was asked by my boss to help move the container; I didn't hear anything about getting it inside for you. See you tomorrow, hopefully where the experiments haven't killed each other."
"Can I at least know your name?" Rony asked.
"It's Klawra."
Rony slowly walked inside the house after Klawra introduced herself. He defied the wishes of the islanders and made the sand outside his home have a trapdoor. With just one push, the box was lowered, the sound of cannonball recording heard outside the home to get the birds away. The box was lowered to a ramp. When the sand doors closed the ramp moved the container through a slope of turns, each turn made in so few seconds even a professional skier couldn't make them.
That soon brought the container through a ephimeral track to a prison door. What was dormant behind the door would payoff anything the artist could think of.
Rony sat on his chair in front of many control buttons used for recording sound and editing it since no one wants to listen to every sound an animal makes. Rony saw it open those nocturnal eyes that could see in the dark, sniff that brown nose, and feel that exposed ab bone that would have killed a normal human, bipedal creature, mink, or even fishman. He was a human being, but now for three and a half days he was a werewolf. The only reason he was still alive was his spirit that helped him become the King of the Pirates.
The box was finally opened, out of it a savage snarl echoed through the prison room. The werewolf looked timorous and unmoving by that sound. This peeved Rony enough to press the intercom.
"Pirate King Razi or whatever your called in this form, this creature won't be satisfied by a fight if its mediocre. Get angry...for the sound."
The box was melted through by fire. The first look at the creature through the cage were its glittering gold scales. Soon fire suffused the whole prison room. It was after two strong headbutts broke holes in the roof did Razi see what he was up against, and he thought this would be a dream creature to fight if it wasn't kill or be killed situation.
A lopsided smile on one head and a hissing tongue on the other, a twin headed dragon felt good to be out and spread their wings. The left head's eyes were white with no other color while the other head had red irised with yellow pupils. It's body was three tails all long, big and not reticent of moving.
Rony felt his jaw drop, before he asked the creature, "Who the hell are you? And just what do you want from me?"
Rony's question was interrupted by Razi quick scratch against the dragon's neck. It felt like he hit the neck until he saw the long tail protecting the dual dragon's right side.
The creature then attempted to counterattack against Razi, ready to strike.
Both heads created a burning spark before two flamethrowers roared from their gullets trying to roast Razi.
Razi was quick enough to narrowly dodge them, looking to attack the dragon monster again.
He scratched in a flurry that was easily dodged by the dragon.
Rony was very angry. "Wolfang isn't making any sounds! I can't have this battle end with no triumph or agony."
This allowed the dragon to fight back by attempting to sink its fangs into Razi.
Rony saw Razi roar in pain as the dragon ripped off some of the flesh in Razi's arm. And he was fiddling with his sound control to capture it just right.
Despite the wound, Razi was desperate in eradicating the dragon.
He had an idea. With a loud and hate filled roar, all so he could give Rony the ecstasy he was looking for, he jabbed five fingers into the dragons neck. The dragon immediately fell to the ground, and Razi was waiting for his ears to pick Rony leaving so he could set the dragon free.
True to his word, Rony did indeed leave the room, with Razi and the dragon the only ones present in the room.
Razi quickly walked to the door that opened to his cage. In his bulky and ferocious form, he easily pushed the door and dragged the dragon out. Once he made it to the entrance the cave fell down in, he roared mightily at the ceiling. His roar opened the hatch.
Without a second to delay, he tossed the dragon out and jumped out soon after. With the same point of his fingers used on the same area, the dragon awake.
He groaned a bit, before he asked, "Where am I?" He then looked over at Razi and asked, "Who are you?"
Razi was in his werewolf form. Just because he could understand the dragon didn't mean he could communicate. He just grinned and shut the entrance to the hideout. The twin headed Dragon was sad after he left.
"Aw, this sucks." the dragon said to himself.